I Don't Know What I'm Waiting For

Yes, I've been gone for quite awhile.
My life have been busy.
School for every single day of the weekdays and catching up on sleep or some work during the weekends.
Hmm.


My dad just told me that he will send me to the university in Malaysia if I can't make it to the local uni.
Hmm, I know it's a back up plan but he just indirectly told me that he don't have faith in me.
And to send me to the university in Malaysia?
If only he knows that I attained a D for my H1 Malay.
Hmmm.

Living in a lie every single day ever since I got back my results.

Well, I thought I got over the fact that I got a D.
I thought wrong.
I'm still not okay with it.
And my mum constantly complaining that I spend too much time on Malay isn't making it any better either.

Sigh, this is what you get when you get too complacent.
Serve me right.
So now I have to live in a misery.






I hope I have the strength to push myself to study.
I really need to pass if I want to continue being involved in MCS.
I can't miss out on MCS.
The drama, the dance.
I really do want to be involved.
Hence, I must do well for this common test.
I really want to stay in MCS.
It's the only thing that keep my spirits up.
So I can't let it go too abruptly.
I should only let it go when I really have to step down.

So I must do well.
Yes, I must do well!






Okay, my mum is bugging me.
She wants to use the laptop.
Hahahahaha, baru aku nak berfeeling-feeling.
Mum is being so childish now.
Adoiiii.

Okay dah lah.
See in the next 2 weeks. :D

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